Page 22 of Two of a Kind
“Play,” he answered, his voice low and heavy with wicked promise. “Definitely play.”
Chapter Sixteen
Kayla gave in to theurge to look back at Sate one more time, then settled back into the comfortable seat as the limousine pulled away. The last three days had been some of the best of her life. Excellent weather, great food, and spectacular sex. Of those, she knew which one she would miss the most.
Spencer Dumas was a fabulous lover. There was no other way to describe it. Dominant, yet he catered to her every whim. Skated the edge of darkness, but was also incredibly tender. He had given pleasure as eagerly as he had taken it.
And nothing was taboo with him. After another round in the massage room, making creative use of some of the chairs, they had gone up to his suite and spent the rest of the day and most of the night slaking the insane lust between them.
Finding someone she felt so in tune with, so open with, was a rarity. And trusting someone enough to do some of the things they had done, well, she wasn’t sure she hadeverlet go quite so completely. She and Spencer Dumas had an explosive sexual chemistry.
Leaving quietly in the middle of the night had been one of the hardest things she had ever done. Difficult, but necessary.
As intimate and compatible as they had been, they remained strangers. They might be from the same geographical area, but their worlds were in entirely different realms. And she had a plane to catch back to hers.
It was just as well. Kayla had shed her rose-colored glasses years earlier. She didn’t have his millions, nor the luxury of staying longer.
Instead of spending the day lounging, ordering room service, and having incredible sex, she would be spending hours in crowded airports for connecting flights until she finally made it back to Pennsylvania. Then she would have another couple hours of driving from Philly International to Pine Ridge, and she would be doing it in her compact hybrid, alone.
At least she was going back in better shape than she had arrived. That was what a vacation was for, right? She felt refreshed and rejuvenated, and more satisfied than she had been in a long time.
She did feel a pang of guilt, sneaking out as she had without saying a word. However, she shook it off. Spencer would probably be relieved she hadn’t hung around and made things awkward. No matter how good they had been together, they both knew it was a temporary thing, nothing more.
Goodbyes were for people who cared if you left. Kayla didn’t fool herself into thinking Spencer Dumas considered her anything more than his flavor of the week—delicious while it lasted but easily replaced. If she felt differently, well, it was better he didn’t know that.
They’d had a great time, but now it was time for her to return to the real world. She had her memories, and they would have to be enough.
